Kanan is blind. Ahsoka's fate is unknown. Things are falling out of balance. Laurel Artemis, the rebel turned Jedi, has one struggle to priority: to not let her beloved Ezra fall to the Dark Side of the Force. To do so, however, she must trace the d...
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Six months have passed since Malachor.
Everything has changed.
Everything.
Even the base seems quieter, the missions a lot more serious, as if everyone has left behind what we used to be.
My master is now vision deprived, and that's interrupted my training. I made a new lightsaber, purple, and kept the blue one. The green one, that belonged to Ahsoka, I disposed of it with dignity given the circumstances. Since then, I've had to keep training by myself, and sometimes with Ezra...
Ezra...
He blames himself for what's happened. Though I've tried to tell him otherwise, that it's not his fault, he till takes all the responsibility. There was a time when he was depressed and wouldn't leave our room, but now he's back on his feet. But he's not the same... he's angrier now.
True, he's also been taking on more missions and he's succeeded at most of them. But I get the feeling that all of his success is anger based, and for a Padawan, for a Jedi, that's dangerous.
I have to save him from that destiny.
Walking down the corridor of the rooms of the Ghost, I get a strange feeling. It's coming from my room...
"Ezra?"
I open the door and see him inside with the Sith holocron in front of him, and it's open.
"Ezra!"
"What?" He says calmly as the holocron closes.
"You opened that thing?!"
"I've been doing it for a while now," he replies.
Well, that explains a lot.
"Give it to me," I tell him.
"Laurel, it's okay," he says. "I know what the risks are, and trust me, I'm fine."
"Fine?" I ask him. "Ezra, you're changing."
"Well, I kinda have to if I want to fix the mess I made."
I sigh. "Ezra..."
I take the holocron from his hands and put it on the ground, and cup his cheeks with my hands.
"You need to stop this," I say. "There is a way for us to overcome this. And for the last time, it's not your fault."
He sighs and leaves my grasp. I grab his wrist and pull him back closer to me...
And then I notice. He's much taller now. And he's been working out, too. I can see the muscles of his arms through his shirt.
"Ezra..." I say. "I hate what this holocron is doing to you."
"You hate that it's making me stronger to protect everyone? To protect you?"
"You don't need that type of power to protect me, and you don't need to carry that burden!"
